Author's Note

Sex Scene Participants: Applejack/Butterscotch/Zecora
Contains maid outfit, cuddling, gay threesome, more darker themes from this chapter on, stripping of identity, striping, degradation, name change, Xing out cutie marks, spiting family of lover, spitroasting, facefucking, deepthroating, missionary, anal, and mindless worship of a zebra!

Butterfly-Zebra Sandwich

Well spent from fucking each other and sucking each other off in Zecora’s hut, Applejack and Butterscotch stuck to relatively lighthearted flirting when they got to the cottage. Though, while Butterscotch was gently scolding his Angel Bunny over her snippy attitude with not getting enough carrots, Applejack was adorning an outfit of his own in the bathroom.

It was a tight fit, considering Elusive must’ve made it with Butterscotch’s body in mind, but the maid outfit that the yellow pegasus owned managed to fit on Applejack’s bigger earth pony body regardless. He wore long white thigh highs that were meant to go with the outfit, turning to the side and stretching a leg out to show off the fabric clinging to his slightly muscular earth pony legs. His eyes darting from his leg and to the mirror, Applejack flinched and stumbled towards the toilet when the door he thought he had locked swung open. Butterscotch was there, with animals scurrying back and forth outside the bathroom behind him. No Angel Bunny to be seen, as Butterscotch likely gave in to her demands. Butterscotch’s wide green eyes wouldn’t leave Applejack’s green eyes as they both froze and blushed a little. After a few heart-pounding moments, Applejack’s ears flattened against his long blonde mane as he looked away from his new dom, smiling a little.

“Do ya…um…” Applejack laughed as he pawed at the ground with one hoof. “Do ya like it? Ah hope you don’t mind that ah’m stretching yer outfit a bit, do ya…want me to take it off?”

Butterscotch noticed Applejack’s immediate shyness, probably over wearing an outfit that reminded the yellow pegasus of a special occasion. Butterscotch remembered wearing that outfit as he watched Zecora absolutely rail Rainbow Blitz senselessly, back when it was just the three of them. And now here Applejack was, wearing the outfit. Butterscotch probably should’ve been off-put that the orange earth pony had put the outfit on, risking breaking the pegasus’ anniversary outfit, but he found his heart unexpectedly fluttering at the sight. Before Applejack could doubt his gesture, Butterscotch shook his head as he grinned widely at the orange stallion.

“No, I want you to keep it on, please~” Butterscotch stared at Applejack with his half-lidded gaze, batting his eyelashes as he took a couple steps back to allow the orange farmpony to trot out of the bathroom. Though Applejack didn’t stop walking till his firm orange chest was pressed against Butterscotch’s muzzle, till the yellow pegasus looked up with fluttering admiration. Somehow, Applejack being a lot bigger than the pegasus while still succumbing to more feminine urges had turned on the striped pony’s heart greatly. Butterscotch couldn’t help but be completely wooed by Applejack’s gentle eyes and tongue poking out from his muzzle, and stretched up a bit while puckering his lips. His wings fluttered in excitement, and Applejack closed his eyes as he moved his head down towards Butterscotch’s muzzle till their lips met. The kiss this time, was a gentle wholesomeness like a hot cocoa on a winter day, and despite the lewd maid outfit, carried a lot more fluffy and warm feelings than arousal. The two had a rocky start with their resentful history tainting an active relationship, but the more bonding and time that had passed since the Butterbat incident, the more secure the two felt in each other’s touch. Applejack found it absurd now, the idea of being upset of the barn’s apples being eaten, when his heart wasn’t even fully in the family business to begin with. He couldn’t remember a time there that had brought half as much free joy than the moment he was currently sharing with Butterscotch.

After at least a couple of minutes, Butterscotch slowly pulled away from Applejack’s muzzle as he stared up at the earth pony with bright eyes.

“Perhaps we’ll get to cleaning up the place a bit, and then return to Zecora’s hut?” Butterscotch suggested. “He’ll definitely be back by then, and then we can make sure that his needs are tended to after all. What kind of zebra mares would we be if we left him unattended for too long?”

“Well,” Applejack laughed before shrugging at the obvious. “Ah’m not exactly bearing the stripes of a zebra, now am ah?”

“Perhaps we can have him change that~?” Butterscotch smirked. “I can certainly put in a good word for you, and Zecora would likely be happy to do that for you since he’s all the more thrilled fucking you all the time.”

“No,” Applejack shook his head. “Ah do want that, ah’m not saying no to striping, but ah want it to be something he decides he wants to do to me, not something that sexy stud chooses to do because ah asked. What’s the fun in that?”

“Well now you’re an official member of the herd with no drawbacks holding you down…” Butterscotch shrugged. “Who knows? He might have that waiting for you when we get back to the hut…”

Applejack had a hunch that Zecora waiting to stripe him would be the case once Butterscotch put it that way, but kept quiet as he playfully rolled his eyes and got to work. Butterscotch handed the dolled up earth pony a bottle of cleaning spray, and the yellow pegasus took one himself as they began spraying counters and tables before drying them off. Butterscotch worked on using a tiny vacuum on the couch as well as a soapy cloth from all the animal hair that developed over the course of several hours. They worked together cleaning for a little over an hour, before the two napped briefly on the cleaned couch. The time slipped away until it was the late evening, with Applejack’s big earth pony body on the couch while Butterscotch’s more supple pegasus body resting atop the orange stallion. Butterscotch had his eyes closed, smiling deeply in his sleep, as he gently snored while Applejack loudly snored. Then, Applejack’s eyes opened, glancing with a skip of his heart at the window near the cottage door. With shock, almost tempted to shake Butterscotch awake, Applejack found that their expected nap of an hour or two bled away into several hours. If he had to guess, it was closer to midnight than it was to early evening. And for some reason outside of Applejack’s knowledge, Zecora never ended up checking on them by knocking on the door. Perhaps he expected them to spend the night at the cottage?

But what good subs would they be leaving their strong Zebra Master without a pair of holes to plow and dominate? Applejack felt himself starting to stir with arousal, already excited as he had zero intentions of taking off the maid outfit till they got there. That way Zecora could see him in it and properly rip it off the orange farmpony. He hoped that even though they’d be getting back late, that Zecora would somehow be still awake. Or even better, with a bucket of black paint and ready to ruin the orange farmpony. Applejack moved his foreleg out from underneath Butterscotch’s weight, the pegasus still having his transformed body due to the potion he took lasting at least 24 hours, and poked the yellow stallion’s snoot. Butterscotch’s eyes flickered briefly, sharply exhaling as if it was a bug tickling his nostrils, causing Applejack to persist booping softly until the yellow pegasus’ eyes flickered open. His tired, unfocused gaze shifted as he looked into Applejack’s half-lidded gaze and wide smile from ear to ear, and his heart fluttered with the first-time jitters that came with having consummated the relationship between the two of them.

Then, with a jolt as he stood up with his wings flaring out in shock, Butterscotch looked over his shoulder with his body going cold at the night sky.

“Oh Artemis, I didn’t think we’d fall asleep for so long!” Butterscotch then felt Applejack’s forehoof gently kneading his anxious chest, calming down any worries the yellow pegasus had for disappointing Zecora. Butterscotch relaxed into the touch, something that he noticed that Applejack was considerably better at then the others in the herd. Rainbow Blitz was amazing at bringing the wild dominant side out of him, Elusive was a perfectly sensual femcolt with a touch for romance and appeal, and Zecora was the carnal centerpiece that could rock his world. But Applejack somehow had a calm practicalness to him that grounded Butterscotch into a peaceful reality. And with how much anxiety Butterscotch had in the past, the yellow pegasus knew that Applejack was just who he needed in the herd. He smiled down at Applejack and the apple pony’s mushy face, before Butterscotch turned a little to the side and flapped his wings as he jumped off the couch. Applejack was quick to roll his bigger body off the bed and trot right behind Butterscotch, the latter locking the door behind them before trekking from the regular forest of his cottage into the dark and devious vegetation of the Everfree.

Leaning against each other at times for the warm security the other brought, Applejack and Butterscotch were both calmed and felt a deep sense of comfort regardless of if Zecora was passed out or not. Approaching the door, Butterscotch placed one wing over Applejack’s rippling shoulders under his maid outfit while the orange stallion raised a forehoof and knocked on the door. Zecora almost immediately opened the door, his cool cyan gaze on his two subs as he smiled at them.

“And here I thought you two fell asleep over there, though you didn’t leave me any scare,” Zecora assured the two, smirking at little as he moved from Applejack’s gaze to Butterscotch’s doey-eyed look of awe as he stared at the bulking zebra with his mouth hanging open the tiniest bit. “How have you two been getting along? Guessing well if Applejack is wearing a maid outfit that exposes more than a thong?”

Applejack blushed brightly as he briefly wondered at first if Zecora hadn’t noticed the outfit, though those thoughts were completely dashed. Showing up to the door together after leaving a letter that they were at the cottage, with Applejack wearing Butterscotch’s anniversary maid outfit, couldn’t have maid it more obvious that they had started getting freaky with each other. Zecora moved to the side, holding the door wide open with one forehoof as the two trotted back into the hut.

“You know, I remember well over a year ago, when you and Rainbow Blitz came in here similar to this,” Zecora hummed with a gloating grin towards Butterscotch, closing the door behind them and locking it before gesturing towards the beautiful bucket resting on the table. “And that very bucket full of jet black paint showed you both the peak of bliss. Now with Applejack having made the ultimate sacrifice out of his own voluntary will, I shall hope that he is wanting this paint bucket to spill~”

“Yes, ah mean, ah need the stripes,” Applejack whined. “This maid outfit isn’t the same, ah need the stripes of black zebra markings on mah body. Show just how much ah’ve given up mah old life, and how much ah’ve gained from mah new one.”

“That’s so hot,” Butterscotch grunted while Applejack took off the outfit and kicked it to the side, extending his wing and jerking off Applejack with it as he got the subby farm pony even more worked up by the second. Applejack tilted his head back a little, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he barely heard Zecora walking up to him and placing his forehoof against the underside of the orange stallion’s chin. The subtle yet clear touch caught Applejack’s attention, and he tilted his muzzle down just in time for the calm yet confident Zecora to swoop in and press his lips against Applejack’s apple-tasting muzzle. The fruity flavor exploded in Zecora’s mouth as their tongues wrestled, Applejack’s arousal reaching great heights as he was being played with and teased by both doms. After several minutes of the makeout paired with the jerking off of his length, Applejack pulled away as Butterscotch smirked and knowingly tucked his wing away while Applejack stared at the bucket of black paint pulling him in. Eyes glittering with the ticket to his freedom, and ironically his servitude at the same time, Applejack was pulled in as if it was a siren’s call or a pot of gold. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of it, and was enchanted by the side.

“Now my pretty earthy sub, where would you like me to use my paintbrush and rub?” Zecora asked. “Would you like to be placed on the bed, table, wherever you think would be most stable?”

“Well we’d make even more of a mess of the bed than we did before,” Applejack admitted, though his eyes were still on the prize. “And honestly? The table would be pretty hot if you two are okay with it.”

“Had a hunch,” Zecora snickered, watching as Butterscotch extended a wing to take off the bucket so that Applejack could properly lay himself out on it. The orange stallion, obliged, his heavier weight still held up by the strong table as he positioned himself on his back. His large earth pony hindlegs splayed out instinctively, even though he had no clue if either of them were going to fuck him during the striping. He knew what the outcome was, but the process was something that most ponies could only dream about. Zecora chucked at Applejack’s eagerness, trotting with the bucket that Butterscotch gave to him.

“Only the most powerful of magical spells can get rid of the stripes, from alicorns themselves over time with plenty of gripes,” Zecora explained. “This is uniquely enchanted paint that is otherwise permanent and I would like to make sure that you’ve been wanting it undoubtedly for a while now, so that-”

“Zecora, you and ah both know that if you want this,” Applejack began, shuddering in his carnal descent to complete and utter surrender. That this was not only his duty, but his undeniable honor, to give up every other facet of his life and give it up to Zecora. The sacrifice, what he would lose and already lost, barely registered in comparison to the mountain of love and release that transcended any of the chasing that led to broken dreams and trivial contentment. He was done settling, and so Applejack finished his statement. “Then ah want this ten times more~”

Zecora smirked and chuckled in his deep, sonorous voice before grabbing the dry paintbrush nearby with his muzzle, turning it so that the brush was dipped deep in the obsidian-colored paint before he pulled it up slowly for it to be dripping with the magical liquid. Applejack watched as Zecora lifted it above the table, letting the drops spill onto the table. They would have a new table at their new house, so such a mess was trivial. What mattered was Applejack feeling the black stripes land on his fur as Zecora made quick yet deliberate strokes, while the orange stallion was still painfully hard. As Zecora was working on Applejack’s neck, shoulders, and forelegs, Butterscotch climbed onto the table and placed his forehooves over Applejack’s splayed hindlegs. Applejack looked just in time to see Butterscotch place his hard erection against the orange stallion’s ponut. Gasping as he felt Butterscotch slide the first several inches of his cock back inside, he saw Zecora’s muzzle move ahead in front of him as the big zebra stud began painting his chest with the magical paint.

“That’s a good zebra bitch, give into the surrender~” Butterscotch’s voice practically dripped with his seductive demand, and Applejack shuddered with deep hunger as he did so. He watched and felt as Zecora gently climbed onto the table, a wave of shock and arousal hitting him as the zebra’s fat dick literally hit him in the face without the dom necessarily meaning to. Zecora turned his head, about to give a muffled apology, when he felt Applejack’s lips around his titanic bitchbreaker sucking him off. Zecora chuckled with the paintbrush in his mouth as he began to make quick work of the earth pony’s stomach and hindlegs. As Elusive held the zebra’s cutie mark on his stomach, a high honor bestowed to him that none of the other subs had, Zecora contemplated what he was going to put on Applejack’s stomach. Then, he thought of an idea as corrupt as it was devious with what to do with Applejack. Solaris forbade his grandfather ever saw what he was about to add, but the ugly confrontation the day before inspired Zecora in one of the more wicked motions of his debauchery.

“Normally I would not ask permission to stripe in a certain way, but it could cause those once closest to you some deep dismay,” Zecora explained after he placed the paintbrush on the table, lifting his lower body a little bit so that Applejack was no longer able to suck his dick. “I want to do something I’ve never done with any of my herd before, I want to stripe over your cutie marks to strip you down to your metaphorical apple core. So be it if you choose to still honor growing apples in some way, but everypony deserves to know that you’ve sworn off being part of the farm and were eagerly led astray.”

Applejack knew what Zecora was doing, how the zebra was somehow leaning into the idea that he was stripping the orange stallion of everything he once knew. Zecora would’ve never done such a thing had Applejack not confessed that he was never happy at the barn, but the big striped adonis knew that he was bestowing the greatest gift that he could ever give the once overworked and miserable stallion. Applejack whined in deep arousal as he felt his pathetic length in comparison to Zecora’s hot black zebra cock twitch without being so much as touched.

“Please, take away everything you can from me, even my own name!” Applejack brayed, hot white pleasure flashing and blinding his once common sense as he came all over Zecora’s neck and back while the zebra got to work without reacting. While Butterscotch was battering the orange stallion’s p-spot repeatedly to warrant such a powerful orgasm, Zecora got to work on his idea that he was loving more every second. Picking up the paintbrush and bringing it to the first cutie mark, Zecora hummed in contentment as he painted two thin yet distinct black lines over each other on top of the once clear trio of apple cutie marks. With his dirty sub’s cum all over him, and the zebra stallion’s body lowered so that Applejack could keep sucking Zecora off, the zebra stallion slowly turned his head to place the same marking on the other cutie mark. When he was done with Applejack’s flanks, there was a black X over each cutie mark. Zecora snorted as he stared at his artwork, starting to lose his composure in a rare lapse of control as he roughly facefucked the orange stallion, his ebony black balls viciously plapping against Applejack’s muzzle as the sub eagerly glked away. The zebra stallion admitted, briefly to himself, that this was easily the most aroused he had ever been fucking somepony. Nopony had been so happy to sacrifice as much as Applejack, and the stallion had so much more to lose than anypony.

“Fuckin slutty little whore, you really want to lose more?” Zecora kept facefucking, his deep voice becoming tainted with aggression slipping into it. Butterscotch had never quite seen anything like this before, not even in their competition during the Butterbat incident. Applejack moaned affirmatively, bucking his hips up the tiniest bit extra to show Zecora that he was serious. “Then I shall up the attack, from now on amongst the herd you will be addressed simply as Jack. Strangers and even others outside the herd are free to refer to you by your birthname, but it will always be your former image that I will defame.”

“Mmmmmmmmph!!” Jack moaned loudly against Zecora’s pistoning fat zebra cock, drool slipping out of his mouth in a wet mess as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He lost track of the painting, the dirty words, the two doms spitroasting him into a carnal oblivion. Jack could’ve sworn that he peaked in his pleasure, his euphoria, that this was easily the best day of his life. He felt like while Elusive found his Prince, Jack had found his Savior and his God. Everything that he had now was by the great graces of the zebra stallion, the paragon of sexual pleasure and liberation. Zecora had finished completely painting Jack’s body, marking him officially as a zebra sub, as he hilted himself down the orange and black slut’s body and came into the former farmpony’s stomach. He was no longer a farmpony, not even in terms of lifestyle as he gave up that life’s past, present, and future. Zecora was still a kind soul, to a reasonable extent, and would still be sending Jack’s family potions weekly at least for the time being.

But, Zecora grinned widely as he climbed off the table and walked towards the shower room with his head held high thinking of that crotchety old green stallion.

He will never be able to stand up to me ever again. He has lost.